behind the scenes a script written in such a fashion that it's true meaning is hardly seen a collection of books in such a vicious assortment
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
stillness is the moment between two songs on the radio, struggling for reception. into a void I scream for an escape from the liminal space, trapping me and my stifled steps trudging the carpeted floor.
By Dark Constellations2 years ago in Poets
She rather hides in the lies she once told Immaculate, oh how divine she is, so perfect, so self-controlled Left to her struggles yet no one knows
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
Everyone I have ever loved has broke me
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Softness sounds of stillness when serenity speaks a shadowed Symphony Inaudible introspective inhales to immerse infinity's within the Inner-Self
By Aiden Hale2 years ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
Oh, open for me, Phalaenopsis, mottled, majestic mouth, that I may Regard your radiant, resilient splintered magenta tongue
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
At the bus stand, I stand alone, A heart that yearns, yet feels unknown. She wears her pink dress once a week, A silent beauty, my voice so meek.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
I see the Earth in lines of code, A spinning sphere of green and gold, Where mountains rise and rivers flow, A living system, ancient, bold.
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
